Jehovah Jireh

Several years ago, a young woman we knew was suddenly abandoned by her husband and left with three preschool children. For seven months, her husband chose to have no contact with his family nor provide for them. Churches, family, friends and even strangers jumped in to meet her bills and provide for her. Every week for over a year, a young couple took her shopping for groceries, diapers and other essentials. They were only a brief acquaintance, but God moved their hearts to help her in this way. Over and over again, she saw God provide. God met her needs by touching the hearts of those who knew of her plight. Read more

Can’t Wait

By Jane Thornton –

Mrs. Sneed was not to be interrupted during reading group. For any reason. So, when that first twinge hit my seven-year-old body, I knew I’d have to wait. I cocked an ear to her progress. They were just getting started. Read more

Growing Fur

Kids say the funniest things. The other day my four year old son Tucker proudly told me, “Mom, I’m starting to grow fur on my arms just like dad.” I laughed so hard I cried. He’s one funny boy. Isn’t it amazing how proud kids are when they see themselves becoming more like adults and less like babies? He’s excited about the little things: dressing himself, brushing his own hair and teeth, going potty “all by myself”. I’m proud too—and thankful. It’s made my life a little easier. Read more

Twenty-five with 25 Years’ Experience

By Susan Dollyhigh –

Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand. Isaiah 64:8 (NIV)

Reaching the big Five-Oh! was like a heavy-weight boxing champion hitting me smack in the face. I didn’t stress over being 30. I didn’t sink into a deep depression when I turned 40. But 50—that’s a half-century! Read more

Goliath and the Chirping Bird

I was shocked! I was actually scared! I began to back away and the bird continued to come after me. He jumped from the ledge to the floor, and was determined to protect himself from this giant obstacle — me. I made quick, backward circles around a table trying to avoid the horrible “pecking” I was about to receive. Read more

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